"𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

Grayson Wallace is out for revenge. As the son of a well known serial killer, Grayson has a reputation that precedes him. Cold, concealed, and above all else, dangerous. Layla Harrington is the opposite. She's easy going and loves to see the best in people. So when she tries to see the best in Grayson, he can't seem to understand why. (Dark themes & language)

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆